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Mission

Jizzy is unhappy with T-Bone. There are 3 people involved with the deal (namely Jizzy, T-Bone and Mike Toreno), and Jizzy is only getting 20%, insisting he should get 33%. T-Bone then receives a phone call, and apparently some shipments have been ambushed from a Boxville by bikers.

Script

(Jizzy and T-Bone discussing in Jizzy's Pleasure Domes)

Jizzy B.: Now just listen to me, OK? Now it's very important that you listen to me. I ain't no retard, amigo. What you think? What, what, what you and Mike think - I'm just a pretty face to y'all? Is that y'all game?

(Carl enters)

Jizzy B.: Now this here is the dumb muscle I'm talking about. Carl, T-Bone and in reverse.

Carl Johnson: Wassup?

T-Bone Mendez: Horale, ese.

(Jizzy pointing to T-Bone)

Jizzy: Don't mind him, we go way back.

T-Bone: Hey, holmes, don't be such a pinche liability.

Jizzy: Liability? Liability for what? Now, there's three of us and I'm getting 20%. What type of math is that? That's fool's math, playa! You and Mike. I'd sell my soul to you guys, and that's what it's going to come down to, huh? Screwing me out of my 13%

T-Bone: You know the deal. You agreed. Besides, we could have said 5%, and what would you..?

Jizzy: And what what what!? Cat got your tongue? You as bad at talking as bad as you is at mathematics?

T-Bone: Hey, you want to make this shit personal, ese?

(T-Bone's phone rings. He answers.)

T-Bone: Hello.... Yeah.... What? Man... Damn!

(To Jizzy)

T-Bone: Hey man, I gotta bounce.

Jizzy: Oh no you don't! I invented that trick, baby.

(To Carl)

Jizzy: Carl, come with me. We gonna have to bust us a couple of melons around here.

(To T-Bone)

Jizzy: What do you mean the shipments have been ambushed? We just can't go out there T-Bone, it could be a DEA trap!